On the Feasibility of ADCs Like Assassins

#123#☆☆Delaide's Coarse Powder☆☆

_(:зゝ∠)_lz I really didn’t change Ai today......

#124#★★Explorer's Daily★★

I'm really sorry that I missed the appointment, because some unforeseen things happened.

As I have seen before, I am fortunate enough to be alone with Mr. Assassin once again.

At nine o'clock in the morning, I arrived at the destination on time, rubbing the dark circles under my eyes, and secretly hated myself for not being able to sleep last night.

Mr. Assassin had already been waiting there a long time ago. He was wearing a dark black woolen coat today. The coat was left open, revealing a well-tailored white shirt underneath.A black tie is loosely tied at the neckline, revealing a slightly protruding collarbone and a small part of a strong chest. When Mr. Assassin saw me, he raised his head slightly, and his eyes that were perennially cold seemed to soften a little. Called out my name.

My face also flushed with that deep voice.

"I... I'm late." I sincerely apologized to Mr. Assassin. Although I arrived on time, I still looked at the ground a little uneasy because I was short of words.

ok i'm nervous again...

"I came early." Mr. Assassin seemed to have a soft spot for my blond hair, he rubbed my head and said to me gently, "Shall we take a walk in the park first?"

I certainly agree.

The park in the morning is still a little cool, the branches of the trees in winter are staggered, and only a few sparse leaves are dotted with traces of life.The bark is slightly browned, as if it has been roasted on the fire for a long time, and it has lost the vitality of life, bending as if it will fall to the ground at any time.

We chatted one after another, but I seem to have found a problem...

Mr. Assassin seems to be a little confused today, his demeanor is the same as usual, but if you look closely, you will find that the pair of dark red eyes are lifeless, and the slight frown seems to describe the current bad state of the master.

When I touched Mr. Assassin's forehead with the back of my hand, it was really hot. I couldn't laugh or cry. Mr. Assassin paid too much attention to the agreement with others.

…………

One morning in early October, I picked up a feverish Mr. Assassin in the park.

When I suggested that Mr. Assassin let me take him home, Mr. Assassin blinked his eyes as if he didn’t understand. The appearance of Xixi (?) makes me feel that I have committed a heinous crime...

However, after I tentatively proposed my family's idea, Mr. Assassin nodded sharply with a swipe.

I"……"

Ah... Mister Assassin is already in a coma.

#125#☆☆Bud is right! ☆☆

Silently like and don't speak, doubt, why did I turn yellow.

#126#★★Explorer's Daily★★

As expected, Mr. Assassin has a serious fever. Although he has been standing up straight as if he is fine, I am still a little worried.

My home is just a small apartment rented temporarily. I live alone and it's a bit messy. I let Mr. Assassin lie on my bed to rest, and then quickly put away the messy clothes into the clothes, trying to make them as clean as possible. The room looks tidy.

Mr. Assassin must be really tired. When I entered the room, I saw him lying on the bed with frowns frowning. Mr. Assassin, who had not taken off his shoes, was resting his head on the pillow, and the lower half of his body was hanging by the bed. Feeling a little uncomfortable.

I helped him take off his shoes and coat, and covered him with a quilt.Mr. Assassin kept his eyes tightly closed, as if he was asleep.

The antipyretics had already been placed on the table, and the thermos bottle kept the water at a constant temperature. I sat on the edge of the bed with my elbows propped up and looked at Mr. Assassin's rare sleeping face.

Mr. Sick Assassin's appearance is extremely rare, with slightly frowned brows, tightly pursed mouth, and a thin layer of sweat beads on his forehead, adding a fragility to his resolute face.

I've never seen Mr. Assassin like this, but I just can't take my eyes off him, the alarm clock is ticking, and I suddenly want to save this scene.

Lux likes to use a paintbrush to seal beautiful things like new. I happen to be keen on drawing maps, and I also have certain skills in painting.

As long as it's done quietly, Mister Assassin shouldn't notice... right?

After confirming that Mr. Assassin will not wake up in a while, I secretly took out the drawing board and started to face.

However, the sketch pen had just completed an outline, but Mr. Assassin opened his eyes...

Ka... The scene was quite embarrassing.

I hastily picked up the thermos bottle and the antipyretics on the table and let Mr. Assassin, who stood up, take it, and took a wet towel to wipe his forehead.

Mr. Assassin's complexion was slightly better than before, and he relaxed a little after sweating. He looked at me, "What were you doing just now?"

"=_= The drawing board fell off, I'm sorting it out." I felt a little guilty.

Fortunately, Mr. Assassin didn't investigate too much, and I pretended to start organizing my painting tools.

A picture frame fell into my hand, and I casually put it on the table. Mr. Assassin lowered his eyes and glanced at the picture lightly.

That was the portrait I drew for Lacus in Demacia. The girl's smiling face is as beautiful as a flower. The golden frame is exquisitely inlaid with blue diamonds, echoing the girl's slightly blue eyes.

"A very beautiful girl." Mr. Assassin said suddenly, "Is she someone you like?"

He looked a little depressed, frowning in a bad mood.

"It was my playmate when I was young." I put the picture frame on the table, "She is a very headstrong sister."

"Pretty," he said again. "Aquamarine eyes are always so comforting."

I blinked, not quite understanding Mr. Assassin's thoughts.

Fortunately, Mr. Assassin was much more stable in the remaining few hours, resting with his eyes closed.

#127#★★Want to see my death lotus? ★★

(Д`) The day before yesterday Mr. Assassin ran a lap and then took a shower in a cold manner the day before yesterday, I will tell you?

Of course I'm joking. ^_^

#128#☆☆Draven Knights☆☆

(_#) ls that style of painting is wrong, I don't believe it.